Why Robin?


Authos note: yea so this is my first ever Fanfic so...R&R and don't hate on it too much please! Thanks y'all!

It was raining. Hard. And it was extremely dark outside. Not to mention cold. I hate cold, stormy nights. I trudged along under the huge, creaky trees, alone.

I really hate being alone. I hate hearing only my shoes slosh around in the rain. I hate walking under one of the rare streetlights and seeing only my shadow.

I glanced at my watch. 11:46. I really needed to get inside…I just didn't know where to go. I continued on. Just walking. After a while, I realized I was on my way to Mount Justice. Naturally, that's where I would go. It's my all-time favorite place to be. The place I can blow off steam.

The rain was finally settling to a light drizzle and the wind was dying down. But I was still just as cold. I shivered. Above me, I could hear…wait, a bird? Why the heck would a bird be out on a night like this?

I looked up to see it. It was a robin. Huh. Ironic. Two robins stuck out in the rain. I grinned to myself.

I stared at it for a minute. She stared back. This stare-fest lasted for a few minutes before the robin decided she would rather be in her warm nest and flew off, leaving me alone once again.

As I resumed my walking, I remembered when Bruce asked me why I wanted my hero name to be Robin. I had told him innocently, "Oh, I just think the bird is awesome." Bruce knew this wasn't the whole truth, but he didn't pry. The real reason, of course, related back to my life at the circus.

I remember when Renee, the elephant trainer, taught me how to whistle. I thought whistling was the most amazing ever, so I started whistling all the time. I whistled so much, my mom started calling me "her little robin". The name was so apropos, that the whole circus started calling me "robin". So that's why I chose it to be my hero name. Robin. I still wanted a little piece of my old life in my new one.

I was still enveloped in my thoughts of the circus when I got to Mount Justice, questions beginning to go through my head. What if? What if they didn't die? What if I hadn't met Bruce Wayne? Would I have ever met Batman? How could so much change after one thing happened? How could I be Richard Grayson, child acrobat one second and Robin, child hero the next?

I barely heard the monitor call out, "Now entering: Robin". I was still drowning in questions and memories of my old family. I miss them. What will I do without them? Why? Why did they die? Why did Zucco-had to shudder at the name-have to murder them? What did we ever do to him?

I wandered closer to the kitchen. Why do I fight? Why am I still fighting? Why do I constantly risk my life? Why do I-?

"Hey Rob!" yelled Wally as I walked in. "Supey and I were about to play Mario Kart. Are you game?" I smiled.

This is why. This is why I fight. This is what I live for. Helping people. Making the world safe. I looked at my team-my new family.

Miss. M trying to bake cookies; Arty shining her weapons; Kaldur reading a book; Conner trying to set up the Wii. And I looked at Wally. My best friend-my brother-grinning at me. This is why. I gave my special laugh, "You know I want to play…and you know I'm so gonna beat you!"

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